Anybody still wondering why I have wasted a good deal of my spare cash over the last 20 years on overpriced comic books and "graphic novels", and paying good money for copies of the New Yorker that I could have borrowed from the local library, should read this piece and then immediately go out and buy their own copy of McSweeney's Quarterly Concern Number 13. Mine should be parcelled up and posted by the good people at The Beguiling any day now. I will never say anything bad about David Eggers again. I promise.
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